FEMME:

You, travelling from mewling swaddling to gentle shroud,

Growing up strong, free, feeling feminine & so very proud,

Not an easy thing, being born a girl in your ancient old land,

In a country where your life is worth less than desert sand,

Of three-fold moon, of maid, mother & of the wise old crone,

Garbed in veil & curves, hiding your soul & your sore old bones.

With belly swelled, breast well filled & upon knees daily praying,

For desired son & heir, for which your man is continually baying,

You bleed to save the existence of your zealous & eager breed,

The Receiver of your bully´s planned but so cruel & errant seed,

You, the weeper of oceans in your many lost & hopeless tears,

Wrapped in your mantle, protecting your sorry & hidden fears.

You, who is stoned, whipped, little loved & daily jibed & booed,

Receiving earthly scars where you wished that you were wooed,

In Holy books, you´re put upon the pedestal of many manly lies,

You, who asking from a different God, for the reasons & the why´s,

Your smile of many suns is hidden behind the drab & murky cloak,

While your prayers unobserved, are shared with the old forest oak.

Burned at the stake, sorely mocked, spat at & wrongly accused,

For being evil, the witch & being hard beaten & then so abused,

Blamed for all man´s sins, life´s errors & all its awful, terrible ills,

For healing all the sick with your herbs, instead of all man´s pills,

The music you sing sits silent & in the dark so deeply hidden,

Buried deep within your soul, by men, buried in the midden.

Sung to in serenades, but once achieved, kicked into the gutter,

Gagged by the cruel penis & veil & then told not a word to utter,

Shut up, cover up, serve up, do as you are told & daily, duly obey,

Not to be heard, not to be seen, to offer your man, all on a tray,

Your ancestor´s passed-on-stories, are kept deep within your hold,

Running through your ancient blue veins, with the matriarchs of old.

You, water carrier, baby maker, spinner of thread & thresher of grain,

You, bearer of babes, of all burdens, of undeniable & unbearable pain,

Receiving in life, nothing of much, a lot less than what is really your due,

Unpaid in love, in respect, in honour & also appreciated by far too few,

The wise knowledge you keep within your breast, is exactly who you are,

One day in the future, you´ll release the chains & erase the man-given scar.

With your sweet gentle soul, tender eyes & with soft dream filled heart,

With your caressing hand holding close your babe, promising never to part,

Telling the child your stories of old, in musical voice & your soft gentle song,

Asking your Gods of old, why it is like this & why it all seems so very wrong,

You must know that you´re not forgotten, by the true Gods around & above,

You must know that in this universe, all Gods shall be sending you their love.

You, lady desired by all men, but unfortunately, of them not being born one,

You, just a daughter, unwanted for not being the long desired & wanted son,

You, daughter, sister, wife, grandmother, just the cheap harlot or sad whore,

Called whatever the men folk thought of you, whatever they called the score,

The truth of this earth is within your old being & is seen in your beautiful eyes,

Only in the ancient being of womanhood, can you dear lady, be so very wise.

Unpaid, unloved, unknown, undone by all & by this cruel world too, so unseen,

Worth nothing, zilch, just an empty vessel, deemed unfit, unworthy & unclean,

But really you are the nun, the angel, Goddess & by the heavens, surely sainted,

It is those evil ones who have made your life hell, it´s they who are really tainted,

So you dear lady, hold tight to your breast, that little girl you clutch in your arms,

Make an oath; promise he,r that she will never go through these very same harms.